I received this note via Ravelry this morning:
"I have your sock and I want 10 mil in chocolate ice cream. If you deliver without calling the sock cops, I will release it unharmed!"
I've spent waaaay too much time with pets and medications lately. I thought 10 milliliters of chocolate ice cream was a very strange thing to ask for.
I left the sock at Gale's house yesterday. If you're planning on going to Stitches, you need to stop by her booth. All the fibery goodness that she's bringing will leave you speechless.